Ficlet: Perversion
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keelywolfeI blame you people for making me want to write Aragorn all fetish-y and twisted. I made one simple comment about him concerning leather, and some people just ran with it and made me want to write it.
For shame!
So here is a second ficlet relating to Aragorn's perverse nature. Aragorn/Boromir....naturally....
Perversion
by Keely
He was appalled the first time, watching Aragorn, his tongue stroking along Boromir’s gloved finger. Licking away his own seed, easily, as though it tasted of the sweetest wine. He would have pulled away in disgust if Aragorn had not had both of his hands wrapped around Boromir’s wrist, his thumbs resting lighting in the glove’s palm.
Trapped in that manner he could not have pulled away without a struggle and that would certainly wake their companions, so instead he resentfully allowed it, intent on harsh words when Aragorn finished.
His intentions were quickly forgotten as the clouds above them shifted, allowing a soft pool of moonlight to surround them and giving just enough light for him to watch. The pink flicker of tongue alongside his own finger was delicately pale against the dark leather, leaving a trail of clear moisture to shine intriguingly. Aragorn’s eyes were half closed, little more than a wet gleam in the darkness, nearly panting as his tongue dipping cunningly between Boromir’s fingers, lapping away every spilled droplet.
A perversion was what it was. Such a delectable perversion, and Boromir found he was memorized, held now by the sight rather than Aragorn’s grip.
Perhaps it was a matter of being raised by the Elves. They seemed very much creatures of otherworldly sensuality, holding an obscene appreciation of such things that aroused the senses. Fine wines and clothing, both things that kindled fire on the tongue and skin. Music to caress the ears, and he had remembered its sensuousness, the lushness of unknown words whispering to him, very nearly a touch in and of itself.
Or rather it may be a matter of being a ranger, their earthy spirits eager for the baser delights of Men; their bond with the natural world, so much cruder than that of the Elves, and preferring the more visceral aspects, to touch and listen and know by their own mysterious means.
Whatever the means of his corruption, Boromir could not cling to his prejudices against it, nearly strangling on his own shout as it was proven to him with great clarity that rangers would indeed put anything in their mouths.
Such delightful perversions...
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For shame!
So here is a second ficlet relating to Aragorn's perverse nature. Aragorn/Boromir....naturally....
Perversion
by Keely
He was appalled the first time, watching Aragorn, his tongue stroking along Boromir’s gloved finger. Licking away his own seed, easily, as though it tasted of the sweetest wine. He would have pulled away in disgust if Aragorn had not had both of his hands wrapped around Boromir’s wrist, his thumbs resting lighting in the glove’s palm.
Trapped in that manner he could not have pulled away without a struggle and that would certainly wake their companions, so instead he resentfully allowed it, intent on harsh words when Aragorn finished.
His intentions were quickly forgotten as the clouds above them shifted, allowing a soft pool of moonlight to surround them and giving just enough light for him to watch. The pink flicker of tongue alongside his own finger was delicately pale against the dark leather, leaving a trail of clear moisture to shine intriguingly. Aragorn’s eyes were half closed, little more than a wet gleam in the darkness, nearly panting as his tongue dipping cunningly between Boromir’s fingers, lapping away every spilled droplet.
A perversion was what it was. Such a delectable perversion, and Boromir found he was memorized, held now by the sight rather than Aragorn’s grip.
Perhaps it was a matter of being raised by the Elves. They seemed very much creatures of otherworldly sensuality, holding an obscene appreciation of such things that aroused the senses. Fine wines and clothing, both things that kindled fire on the tongue and skin. Music to caress the ears, and he had remembered its sensuousness, the lushness of unknown words whispering to him, very nearly a touch in and of itself.
Or rather it may be a matter of being a ranger, their earthy spirits eager for the baser delights of Men; their bond with the natural world, so much cruder than that of the Elves, and preferring the more visceral aspects, to touch and listen and know by their own mysterious means.
Whatever the means of his corruption, Boromir could not cling to his prejudices against it, nearly strangling on his own shout as it was proven to him with great clarity that rangers would indeed put anything in their mouths.
Such delightful perversions...
-finis-
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Date: 2003-02-15 09:14 am (UTC)Pervert.
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Date: 2003-02-16 01:40 pm (UTC)Me or him?
Actually, I don't think that point would even be open for debate. *G*
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Date: 2003-02-15 09:20 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-02-15 09:27 am (UTC)I can picture Boromir's eyes watching Aragorn. Very nice ficlet, keely
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Date: 2003-02-16 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-15 09:48 am (UTC):)
thanks
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Date: 2003-02-16 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-15 09:49 am (UTC)And Zort is, naturally, right.
Yay! Ar/Bor with leather fetish! Yum, and thank you.
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Date: 2003-02-16 01:59 pm (UTC)Hmmmm......
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Date: 2003-02-16 02:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-15 10:58 am (UTC)*eyes wide* Do tell. :) Mmmmmm
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Date: 2003-02-16 02:00 pm (UTC)Poor Boromir....he'll never know what hit him. Perversion sneaks up softly, until you wake up one morning tied to a bed and don't even wonder why....
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Date: 2003-02-15 12:37 pm (UTC)simply wicked!
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Date: 2003-02-15 04:32 pm (UTC)rangers would indeed put anything in their mouths.
*bats eye lashes* please????? Pretty please, with Boromir on top?
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Date: 2003-02-16 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-15 11:03 pm (UTC)Love those Sweaty Man Bitches.
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Date: 2003-02-18 04:16 am (UTC)*VBG* Those Rangers. Heh, heh.
Such a lovely story. It really is. Although I'm not sure "lovely" really sums it up appropriately... *going for another lie down*
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Date: 2003-02-18 01:35 pm (UTC)BTW, I adore your icon. Lovely.
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Date: 2003-02-19 12:52 am (UTC)*G* Thank you!